This is a hard confession for me to make but I need to because its becoming too much for me to handle and its not like I can really talk to my friends about it. 

            Hindsight is perception gained by looking backwards. Through it I have come to the conclusion

that almost exactly a year ago, I suffered from a case of depression. I also took a psych course

as well. I know that my former suitemates who I lived with for the first term thought I was but I

think that at the time I was in denial and unwilling to accept the fact. After I moved out and into a

more supportive environment I got better. When I was depressed I spent a lot of time alone,

refusing to go out and do things when I didn't have to. I just gave up caring about everything.

There are still remanents left from that time. Many times since then when I'm alone I'll cry even

if nothing was terrible about the day. I also don't tend to eat as much as did when I was in high

school therefore I have lost weight. This all has a point. It's the greatest remanet left and that is

the fear that I will go back to that place, that I'll become depressed again and that scares me. I

feel like that it is a very real possiblity at this point. None of my friends know and I'm going to

keep it that way. I don't want their pity but more importantly I don't want to be a burden to them.

Simply because I love them so much therefore I could never stand being a burden to them. I

wish so much that I could confide in someone but I can't, not now, not ever. Which means I

have to keep it to myself and I know that it is not good for me but I don't know what else to do. I

do trust my friends, really I do but there's a lot that they don't know about me (but that's another

blog). Even if I wanted to talk to one of them I would not know how to tell them. What on Earth

am I suppose to do?